Ystorm

Ystorm.

In the thick pitch-howling 

Rocking the walls

Tree cracking  at the

 windows rattle

Of my edges

Comes the Presli 

Night storm screeching 

Calling my name -  like a lover.

Over Drigarn and into town

Across thicket fields and livlock hills

And cae Bach and Parc

It pushes, shoves and claws its way

To my small caravan hedge-tucked 

 it finds my far away bed!

 in the isolated cwm

Where no lights shine 

here in Tegfryn Lletty 

Ti yw'n unig ac yn unig!

It blasts my soul.

 it scorns under the floor

Under the door

Freezing to the core

And down the gutter pipes 

Accusing me in essence and being

Of not living.

Rwyf wedi dy ddarganfod di.

Ti hunan-gynffonig yw.

Ni fyddi di'n cymryd dy gadair, na gwisgo dy ddillad Derwydd!

I have said the deep spell in Baladaulyn

Dwfn Annwfn was the incandescences.

I mix the spells red and white!

I have uttered the last swnion 

Down the poison chalice of Ceridwen 

And now I’m the lone alone man

So Profoundly so.

That the  storm translates me 

penetrates me

transfigures me

 and becomes me 

Fi yw e!